Blurryface

Ride part 1

"Good song writing is about accidentally happening upon a new idea and having the sense to chase it."

-Tyler Joseph.

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Blue.

Red.

Blue.

Red.

Blue.

Red.

The flashing lights are blinding me slightly, and I squint my eyes in an attempt to see better. My sense of hearing kicks in immediately and I recognize the surrounding sound- a loud, deafening siren.

There are people around me, police, paramedics, citizens... But they don't move. They just stand there.

I look at my palms, but instead of fingers I see a black weapon. I have guns for hands.

I lose control, I can't tell why I'm doing what I'm doing, but it just happens. I'm holding out a gun straight forward at a terrified Jenna.

I look at her. So beautiful, yet so ugly, because she's the reason Tyler doesn't think about me as much as he used to. Her short blond hair is messy, and her bright blue eyes glare at me, full of fear and pain.

I close my eyes, not able to look at her.

And then I pull the trigger.

There are screams in the background, but I don't dare to open my eyes. Not just yet.

I inhale deeply, and then I slowly separate my eyelids, and I soon as I do so, I wish I hadn't.

Because instead of seeing her, I see Tyler, lying on the ground, eyes open, blood streaming from his mouth.

Jenna holds on to him and she's crying and screaming his name.

But her screams are blended and blurred in the background with all of the other noises. Nobody does anything to save him. There are hundreds of people around us, but they just stand still and scream.

I rush towards them, but it seems like the more I'm running the farther I get. I don't let it stop me, I push, and with every piece of energy left in me, I run until I approach him.

I fall to my knees, and grab Tyler by his shoulders.

"Stay alive, Tyler!" I tell him, "Tyler, please! Stay alive for me!"

I shake him, knowing that he's still alive.

He mumbles something, but I can't make out the words he's saying.

I don't give up. I can't. Because if Tyler dies, I do too. Without Tyler, I won't exist. Without Tyler, I am nothing but a blurry face. As much as I feed on his fear, he feeds on mine. I fear of losing him, I can't let it happen.

Every thought has another thought following it, and at some point I realize that instead of doing something, I just sit there and think. And I've been thinking way too much.

Tyler takes in a deep breath and then he looks at me with his warm, brown eyes. He opens his mouth, and with an almost inaudible voice he says, "Help me."

Gasping for air, I shoot my eyes wide open and sit up. The room is dark, but the moonlight that comes from the window is enough for me to be able to see.

"What the hell ,Ty?"

He glares at me from his bed, still terrified from the nightmare he just woke up from. There are beads of sweat all over his face, and he's breathing heavily.